Camella's POV
The man chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, I see you're thinking of escaping," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's a funny idea, Camella. A very bad idea. You'll get nowhere."
He walked up towards me, his tall frame looming over me. He wasn't as tall as Ethan, and certainly not as handsome. But there was something about him that sent shivers down my spine.
"My name is Leo," he said, his voice low and menacing.
As I looked up at him, he frowned, his eyes narrowing. "I wonder what Ethan did to make you forget me," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of anger.
I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said.
Leo's face contorted in sudden anger. "Ethan did something to make you forget me." he growled.
"No," I said, confusion etched on my face. "Wait, how do you know my husband?"